My crimson tongue
runs up your petal
tasting and licking
the dew off you.
Your wet tongue
slithers into my mouth
wanting and welcomed,
our tongues dance in moonlight.
Hugging me now,
your petals wrap tightly,
“no escape from this dungeon,”
you hissed.
“I want to be your prisoner,
even for a night,
do what you will with me!”
I begged.
Laced to you now,
I feel rather chained,
that is, to your heart.
Cuddled so warmly,
the heat lightning
thundering within
our hearts;
no rain of tears here.
Fresh bites
from your thorns
over my body,
on my neck.
You captured me,
and you can’t let me go.
Torture me!
Lash me!
Tear off my belt
swing it around my neck
buckle me…
and pull hard
until I choke,
“more…
more…
more…”
This heart,
this passion
we share
laced together
with our bodies
molding into one flame,
candle-lit passions
have ignited this love.
I love the cascading staircase set up. Well, well I like the belt being pulled off to be wrapped around your throat. Hmm delightful.
Beautifully penned, Daniel. A very intense write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian